When I see the Blizzard of 78’ I see highways full of trucks, cars, and buses scattered around the asphalt like the debris from a car crash laying there helpless against the wind. I gaze at the cars as the Perilous wind brushes past my face.
I then see the light in the sky as a sign of relief and the snowing will soon stop and stop the chaos.
When I hear this storm I hear angry civilians honking at one another in the attempt to beat the storm and get home quickly. But the snow beat them...
I feel sad for the lives lost and relieved now that the storm is finally over.
I watch, I hear, and I think about the Blizzard of 78’ as the Perilous wind brushes past my face.
The Blizzard of 78’
When I see the Blizzard of 78’ I see highways full of trucks, cars, and buses scattered around the asphalt like the debris from a car crash laying there helpless against the wind. I gaze at the cars as the Perilous wind brushes past my face.
I then see the light in the sky as a sign of relief and the snowing will soon stop and stop the chaos.
When I hear this storm I hear angry civilians honking at one another in the attempt to beat the storm and get home quickly. But the snow beat them...
I feel sad for the lives lost and relieved now that the storm is finally over.
I watch, I hear, and I think about the Blizzard of 78’ as the Perilous wind brushes past my face.
- Chris Peabody